Yan Hao suddenly realized something, blood rushing to his head, and awkwardly exited the bathroom.
Hey,” Zhou Rong pushed open the dormitory door with a cigarette between his lips, seeing Yan Hao face-to-face and mumbling indistinctly: “Where is he?”
Zhou Rong tossed him half a pack of cigarettes: “Those idiots paid tribute.” Then he walked into the dormitory and opened the bathroom door: “Hey, you…”
Instantly, Si Nan’s nerves were on high alert, and a gender awareness he had never experienced before fully awakened.
“Get OUT——!
Zhou Rong shuddered and slammed the bathroom door shut.
“Are you a woman?!” Zhou Rong, inexplicably rebuffed, shouted at the door: “And, who gave you permission to use hot water like this! Do you know how many days I haven’t showered?!”
“Is he having a fit or something?” Zhou Rong, still angry, pointed at the door and asked Yan Hao. “…He was quite gentle with me just now,” Yan Hao said slowly. “Maybe you’re just too rough.”
“Those guys stayed,” ten minutes later, Zhou Rong sat on the bed edge, smoking and saying. Yan Hao leaned against the window sill, holding a cigarette in the exact same pose. The single room was filled with the smell of nicotine.
Si Nan wiped his wet hair with a towel while looking back and forth between the two, wondering why they weren’t spending time together and why they were squeezed in his room in the middle of the night. But he habitually didn’t ask, just briefly responded with an “ah” to show he understood.
“Why did you run away?” Zhou Rong frowned. “I was going to make that guy kowtow to you. Should I make him kowtow publicly tomorrow?”
Si Nan said: “No need.”
Zhou Rong and Yan Hao exchanged a glance.
“…Are you angry?” Zhou Rong probed.
Si Nan: “?”
“Aren’t Alphas always like this,” Si Nan said flatly, “It’s not the first time. What else can I do? Throw them out to fend for themselves?”
He turned his back to the mirror to dry his hair, not seeing Zhou Rong and Yan Hao’s expressions suddenly becoming complex.
After a while, Zhou Rong coughed, seemingly wanting to say something, but raised his hand and then put it down.
“Brother knows you don’t want them to stay here, but you can’t just kill them. If you let them go, they’ll be an unstable factor. It might be more troublesome if they deliberately come back to cause trouble…”
Si Nan nodded inexplicably.
“Moreover,” Zhou Rong paused and continued: “Those guys are shareholders of this fertilizer factory.”
Even Yan Hao was surprised: “Really?”
“Well, the leader is called Feng Wentai,” Zhou Rong mentioned a very famous business consortium name in B City: “—He’s the young master, indeed with investments in the industrial park. Apparently, he saw Xiang Zi from a distance before, recognized him just now, immediately apologized and tried to curry favor, even voluntarily offering to hand over the fertilizer factory as a temporary shelter.”
Yan Hao exclaimed: “Xiang Zi is really useful.”
“For Xiang Zi’s sake, these people won’t be an unstable factor for now.”
Zhou Rong cherished the last drag of his cigarette butt when suddenly Si Nan turned from the bathroom, suspiciously looking at them: “…What’s the deal with that guy who wants to be a rooster in his next life?”
“His grandfather is the deputy director of National Security, Guo Bai. He himself is a proper third-generation official,” Yan Hao explained.
He probably won’t dare to cause us trouble for now.”
When hearing the name Guo Bai, a familiar feeling suddenly rose in Si Nan’s heart, but the feeling was extremely vague and fleeting.
He pondered silently, as if re-evaluating Guo Weixiang. After a while, under Zhou Rong and Yan Hao’s gaze, he hummed and asked thoughtfully: “Does his grandfather know about his thing with the rooster?”
Feng Wentai and his six bodyguards were thus settled in the fertilizer factory. As Zhou Rong judged, they did not immediately start causing trouble. On the contrary, they were quite self-aware. The next day, they actively found Zhou Rong and forcibly handed over all the money in their pockets.
Zhou Rong was amused and helpless, hugging a pile of cash: “Are they afraid we don’t have enough firewood for winter, or what? Should we use this for toilet paper if we run out?”
Yan Hao, sitting nearby and cleaning his weapon, laughed: “Because when the virus first broke out, no one thought it would last so long. Everyone thought it was limited in scope, just needing to escape the area to return to normal society. But in disaster-stricken areas, electronic transactions are restricted, and many people were afraid of hyperinflation…”
Midway through his speech, Chun Cao threw the cash paper airplane, which whooshed out of the dormitory door and hit Si Nan walking in the corridor.
“Si Xiao Nan!” Chun Cao slid down from the windowsill: “Come, let’s split the money!”
Si Nan was running back, wearing a fitted black tank top and camouflage pants, with a sweat-soaked towel around his neck. Hearing this, he slightly paused, glanced into the dormitory.
Zhou Rong stood by the bed, Yan Hao sat behind the desk. Both turned to look at him.
Half a second later, Si Nan nodded to Chun Cao and walked forward without a word.
“Hey, Si Xiao Nan!”
Chun Cao abruptly stopped midway, watching Si Nan’s back, and after a while, said strangely: “What’s wrong with him recently?”
Before Chun Cao could finish, Zhou Rong put down the money, turned and walked out of the dormitory, striding through the corridor and placing his hand on Si Nan’s shoulder.
His movements were swift and decisive, and Si Nan turned to speak, but before he could utter a word, Zhou Rong suddenly wrapped an arm around his waist, effortlessly lifting him up.
“…” Si Nan said in surprise, “What are you doing?”
Zhou Rong paid no attention, taking three steps in two strides back to the dormitory, and in front of Yan Hao’s dumbfounded gaze, tossed Si Nan onto the bed!
“You!
Si Nan quickly propped himself up with his elbow, but had barely squeezed out a word when he saw Zhou Rong casually grab some banknotes and say, “Oh ho—” and then scattered them all over him.
This action was truly shocking. Si Nan had never in his life been lying on a bed and pelted with cash, and for a moment was at a loss for words.
He slightly parted his lips, seeming somewhat angry, glaring at Zhou Rong.
Zhou Rong didn’t notice, suddenly throwing himself on the bed, supporting himself on the sheets and looking down at Si Nan: “Why are you hiding? Hm? What’s with the attitude these past few days?”
Si Nan: “…”
Zhou Rong was about to say something, but suddenly caught a scent at close range.
Si Nan suddenly reached out and pushed him away. Caught off guard, Zhou Rong stumbled back half a step. Si Nan rolled off the bed and coldly said, “Want to fight?”
“Zhou Rong swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving, suddenly forgetting what he wanted to say.
“What’s going on, Xiao Si Nan!” A nimble figure flashed out from behind, playfully hooking around Si Nan’s neck. Then Chun Cao grabbed some money and stuffed it into his pocket, saying: “What fighting? Those idiots insisted on giving us money yesterday. How many toilet paper rolls are left in your room? Use this to make do.”
Si Nan looked down at the money, his mouth twitching slightly.
With Chun Cao’s interruption, Zhou Rong cleared his throat: “Alright, stop messing around. I was just joking with you.”
He reached out to pat Si Nan’s shoulder and then waved to Yan Hao, laughing: “Come over. I didn’t come just to play—”
“Five minutes to pack up and meet at the garage in the backyard. We’re going to rob a house.” Zhou Rong said, speaking roguishly: “Brothers, we’re destined to get rich today.”
